Harbingers of Blood

Tag: writing

  • Who Are You Becoming?

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    Who Are You Becoming? Who Are You Becoming? 17th Day of July, 2026 I have spent centuries listening to humans tell stories about monsters. According to nearly every tale, creatures like me represent humanity’s darkest instincts. We drink blood. We stalk the night. We are predators by nature, and whatever humanity fears most eventually finds…

  • The Blood Beatitudes of Sutekh

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    The Blood Beatitudes of Sutekh As Spoken in the Whispering Darkness, for the Misfit and the Marginalized Recorded in the Sutekhean Scrolls. Chapter 1: Blessings of the Outcast 1:1 Blessed are the queer, for the world rejected them and the Serpent crowned them. 1:2 Blessed are the trans, for they walk the Gate of Becoming…

  • A Record of Complicity

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    A Record of Complicity 8th Day of January, the Year of Our Source 2026 Night Unnumbered, in the Season After Hell Was Sealed There is a difference between chaos and cruelty. Chaos erupts. Cruelty is invited. What I am witnessing now is not disorder, nor the unruliness of unchecked passions. It is something far more…

  • The Cult of Certainty: A Setite Warning Against the Ones Who Demand Devotion

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    The Cult of Certainty: A Setite Warning Against the Ones Who Demand Devotion There is a sickness that rises in every mortal realm sooner or later — a fever of certainty, a hunger for a single voice to tell the people what is true, what is real, what is permissible. It always begins the same…

  • The Hour of the False Dawn

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    The Hour of the False Dawn The fae’s blood is golden tonight. I can see the veins of it running through me like liquid sunrise, burning brighter than it should. It hums beneath the skin, soft and treacherous—music meant for angels, or perhaps for the damned. I think I am something between the two. I…

  • When Fear Tried to Call Itself Strategy

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    When Fear Tried to Call Itself Strategy 15th day of August, the Year of our Source 2011 I have just returned from what Fides called a “council meeting,” though calling it that feels far too generous. It was less a council and more a tangle of frayed nerves, contradictions, and leaders who no longer know…

  • The Night I Remembered Why I Do Not Wait for Permission

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    The Night I Remembered Why I Do Not Wait for Permission 16th day of November, the Year of our Source 2025 Tonight I sat once more in that carefully constructed circle of power, among those who wear the title Arch as though it were a crown rather than a responsibility. The chamber was the same…

  • A Kingdom’s Spine in a Time of Tension

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    A Kingdom’s Spine in a Time of Tension 9th day of August, the Year of our Source 2011 I sent our words out into the Realm tonight, signed not only by my hand but by Uriel’s, and stamped with the full weight of Sangre Luna. Not whispered to a single Arch. Not tucked quietly into…

  • The Architecture of the Realm Begins

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    The Architecture of the Realm Begins 9th day of June, the year of our Source 2011 The Source called the Arches tonight, and the Realm shifted under His presence. Meetings with Him are never casual; they are inflection points, the kind that rearrange the architecture of how we live. He spoke of Bloodlines first —…

  • The Day Misunderstandings Became War

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    The Day Misunderstandings Became War 9th day of August, the year of our Source 2011 — later that afternoon I read Fides’ public note today. I felt the tension in the air long before I opened it. The Realm has been stretched thin for days now, everyone whispering, watching, waiting for someone to say the…